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Love is not something that everyone finds easy to show, or to find. But me... I... well, I love it. :3 To show that, this series of short, single-scene stories is all about the many aspects of love. :3

Love Is... Passionate to the core.

"Oh god, M-Martin..."

Emma had only planned on hopping into the shower for a few minutes, just wanting to freshen up for the meal that she and Martin were going out for that evening. It had been two days since she and the love of her life had made the decision to start trying for a baby, two days since their first, somewhat abrupt attempt at impregnation, and ever since then Emma had been on the receiving end of some of the best and most overwhelmingly passionate sex of her life! She didn't know whether it was the fact she'd come off the pill, or the knowledge that they were trying for a baby now, or even just pure determination on Martin's part, but every time he touched her in the past forty eight hours it had driven the vixen wild with pleasure. Add to that the fact he had touched her a lot in the past forty eight hours, and whatever amount of sex they'd been having over the last few months suddenly looked almost prudish by comparison!

Take today, for example. Today Emma had woken up at around six AM to find Martin's morning wood poking her in the buttocks, and as a result they'd not gotten out of bed until close to nine. Emma had then gone downstairs to make some coffee, butt naked, and five minutes later had found herself leaning against the kitchen counter and whimpering loudly as Martin's tongue delved between her legs in search of a far tastier breakfast treat than anything the cupboards would provide! After that they actually managed to make it through breakfast, but only by knowing that the renewed erection which the collie was sporting would be their reward afterwards.

That had all occurred before eleven in the morning, and yet had been less than half of the day's sexual activity in total. It was a wonder that either of them were still able to feel aroused, and yet here they were, Emma standing naked in their home's large shower cubicle while her lover directed the stream of the showerhead at her crotch, licking his lips hungrily and slowly massaging his stiff erection to the sight of her intimate regions on display and the sounds of her pleasure.

"I remember when you first showed me how to do this, Emmy..."

The collie murmured heatedly as he continued to stroke himself, his fiery gaze fixed on the trembling female with her legs spread lewdly apart across the shower cubicle. There was no sight more beautiful than that of his girlfriend looking happy, except perhaps her looking happy and stricken with pleasure! Right now the latter expression was written in great neon lettering across her face; not just pleasure but a desire for that pleasure, a longing that went beyond conventional physical arousal. If that was all this was then they would have worn one another out long before this time of the day! This was something different, something special, and after what they'd been through a few nights ago Martin intended to use this opportunity for all it was worth!

He wasn't ashamed of what had happened when they'd first tried for a baby, not after what Emma had said to him on the night and then in more detail the next morning, but that didn't stop Martin wanting to make up for it. He prided himself in his ability to stimulate and satisfy the vixen on a physical level almost as much as he did his ability to make her happy overall, and given how frisky they'd both been feeling over the last couple of days it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show Emma that he was still in the game. He could and would give her all the pleasure she could handle, and if fate willed it then in the process he might even end up giving her a baby, too!

For the time being though Martin wasn't focused on that last part. It wouldn't be long, he suspected, but for now his efforts remained focused on pleasing Emma in a less traditional manner. One which he'd been taught by Emma herself just a few weeks after they started to sleep together!

"I'd spent the night at your place... and we both had work the next morning so you suggested we share the shower. I think we both knew that neither of us were going to get into work that day from the moment we started soaping each other up, and we were right!"

Emma whimpered, nodding as a fresh tremor of ecstasy ran up her spine. She shifted her hips a little and groaned loudly, the high volume jet of water hitting her clitoris dead on. She held herself there, gasping and shuddering in ecstasy, until Martin cruelly switched the showerhead to its wider, less powerful setting and doused her body with it a couple of times. The warm water soaked into her already wet fur, and only then did Emma realise that she'd been getting a little cold without the constant flow of hot water over her. Nevertheless, she still wished he'd kept going.

"Y-you were a tease from the start, avoiding anywhere even the slightest bit risque while you washed me, your cock twitching and drooling all over the place all the while! W-what choice did I have but to tell you what to do?!"

Grinning broadly, Martin rose to his feet in the cubicle and flicked another switch on the showerhead. It began to hum softly, and Emma shuddered in knowing anticipation of what that signalled. He advanced on her bedraggled form, but far from trying to escape him the vixen turned her back and placed her paws on the cubicle wall. She spread her legs apart wider still, presenting her lithe body to the collie, and waited with baited breath as the humming noise grew closer and closer. She was long past the point where her intentions of a short shower really meant anything anymore. In fact she was getting more and more inclined to stop pretending that Martin was catching her off-guard with these repeated advances altogether. Not once had she been anything but eager to see him advancing on her with a glint in his eye and a swelling around his crotch, or to feel his paws slipping into her underwear whilst they lay together watching TV for a brief little diddle just to show that he cared! It may have been excessive and it may have been a little abnormal even for them, but... goddamn, it was so good!

"O-ohhh yes, Marty..."

Emma's eyes rolled back and her muzzle twisted into a pleasure-stricken grin as she felt her lover's shaft lining itself up with her exposed treasure, and felt the showerhead's built in massager buzzing against the flesh above her pubic bone. This was the trick that Emma had shown him in the shower all that time ago, although of course on that occasion it had been his other hand alongside her own showerhead massager rather than his cock. This updated version of that old trick was better on all counts though. Their shower massager was far superior to the old, comparably slow thing that she'd had until they moved in together, and Martin's fingers, no matter how dextrous, could not compare with the length, power and ability to impregnate that was possessed by his erect member.

The vixen whined happily as slowly but surely the pulsating showerhead descended, the combined water pressure and vibration growing ever closer to the erect, throbbing nub of her clitoris. Already the vibrations were wreaking havoc within her body, pleasure erupting within her receptive and highly aroused nether regions even though there was still a layer of flesh and muscle separating the massager from any truly sensitive flesh. Worse still Emma could feel Martin's body growing increasingly close behind her, his erect member resting between the curve of her buttocks and prodding at the base of her tail as she rocked gently back and forth against him. He was setting her up... getting her all hot and bothered so that when he finally delivered that home-run Emma knew that he was capable of, she'd be helpless to resist.

"Y-you bastard..."

Chuckling, Martin simply lowered the massager another centimetre or so. He knew from past experience and years of worshipping Emma's body that right at that moment it was resting directly upon the curve of his lover's crotch, a mere twist of the wrist away from bringing that high pressured plume of water and the quivering rubber head of the massager itself into contact with the vixen's clit. He leaned forward, gently kissing Emma on the side of her neck. She trembled with joy, and let slip a long, breathy moan.

"...ohh... y-you a-absolutely wonderful bastard..."

The male's erect member drew back from between Emma's soft, rounded cheeks and with the guiding touch of one paw on its base aligned itself with the soft pink flesh of her nether regions. He let slip a heated gasp of his own, his pointed tip slipping in through the slightly flushed lips of the vixen's labia and feeling the hot, damp opening of her treasure waiting to meet him. Martin resisted the urge to thrust forwards immediately though, instead pausing and relocating the paw which had been directing his erection around Emma's trembling body. He made contact on her left flank, and slid the paw up and forwards until it was tracing the curve of the vixen's left breast.

While beautiful to behold, Martin knew that Emma's breasts weren't the most sensitive of her erogenous zones, and yet over the last few days he and his dear vixen alike had come to recognise a new appreciation for the female's chest. His fingers caressed her left nipple, gently rubbing it between two of Martin's five digits, and a slight tremor ran through the vixen's body. The collie groaned in response to his lover's enjoyment, and applied a little more pressure. This time however Emma did far more than just tremble a little. She all but yelped in desirous delight, and the paws currently supporting her weight as they rested against the shower wall scratched hungrily at the tile beneath them.

"M-Marty..."

Oh, if only the male had known what he was doing to her when he toyed with her like this. Emma's breasts were no more sensitive than they'd ever been, but nonetheless they were now a source of desire far, far greater than they had ever been before. Like much of the overwhelming new passion they had discovered for one another over the last few days, it was tied in with the knowledge that they were now trying for a baby. Emma couldn't get it out of her mind that one day in nine or ten month's time, she might be suckling a child on those breasts! And yet while that in itself wasn't erotic in any way, at the same time another image had become burned into her mind.

What if she and Martin made love? What if, one night when the baby was asleep for a few hours between feeds, they found themselves overwhelmed with desire for one another and sought to share a brief union? Martin might well fondle her breasts, and he might even bring his muzzle to bear on one! The thought of her lover suckling on her breast, drinking even a drop of her milk, had set Emma's loins afire with lust! And even now, many fevered fornications after first asking her lover to pay more attention to her breasts, the vixen was still every bit as enraptured by that thought as before!

In fact she was so enraptured by it that the paw upon Emma's breast distracted her entirely from what the rest of the male's body was doing. She realised this just in time to feel her crotch exploding with new, virulent pleasure as the showerhead centred itself over her clit, buzzing and gushing at the sensitive nub for all it was worth! A frantic shriek of pleasure escaped her, the sensation so intense she felt close to cumming right there and then. Already she could feel her treasure quivering in delight, and from deep within her a small trickle of her sexual juices drooled out over the head of Martin's shaft as it lay, twitching, at her entrance.

Another moment however and the collie's shaft could wait no longer. Emma's single continuous cry was broken as Martin drove his hips forward and without warning sank his rampant erection into her already overwhelmed treasure. The vixen's voice cracked, her head snapping back and her eyes and mouth wearing matching expressions of shock and breathless wonder. The pleasure which had been coursing through her from the sudden assault on her clit had been bad enough, but to suddenly feel seven inches of doggy-cock buried inside her, rubbing fiercely at her tender, trembling inner walls with every second it spent pushing its way in to the hilt, was simply too much for her poor, pleasure-stricken treasure to handle.

Emma came without so much as a cry or even a solitary whimper. She tried to of course, how could she not?! But no matter how virulent the pleasure surging through her body as her treasure clamped down around Martin's shaft and several streaks of liquid ejaculate squirted out over the male's crotch, Emma could not find her voice to give even the slightest volume to her euphoria. It was too good; too good to think, too good for her body to act in any way, shape or form. She was helpless to resist the pleasure, and for the first time in all her life Emma felt truly powerless against the force of her orgasm. There was no holding back, no trying to draw it out or to keep quiet. It was pure, undiluted and unrestrained pleasure at its peak, and it was as terrifying to experience as it was a taste of pure heaven.

She felt herself cumming, physically cumming, but could not try to stop it or to hide her reactions. Her entire body convulsed as the jets of translucent fluid flooded out from between herself and Martin; toes curling, fingers flexing and scrabbling at the tile wall before her, and her legs all but giving way beneath her trembling form. Only Martin's hand around her midriff truly allowed Emma to stay standing as she gasped and shuddered through this mute but potent climax, and even that was barely noticeable to the female. In her mind, she wasn't touching the ground at all. She was flying in every sense of the word, and it felt like it was never going to end.

"Oh god Emmy... I love you..."

Under normal circumstances a passionate whisper like that would have set Emma off with a fresh fireworks display of potent pleasure, but on this occasion it was her lover's heated murmuring which brought her back down to earth. She fell limp in his embrace as her orgasm began to wane, whimpering gratefully as he shifted his weight forwards and sandwiched her between himself and the wall of the shower cubicle. Those whimpers were the first sounds she'd uttered in almost thirty seconds, and even though that was a relatively short period of time it felt to Emma like she hadn't heard her own voice in far, far longer.

To the vixen's relief Martin soon removed the showerhead from its contact with her clit, the buzzing surface and rush of water now merely causing her to shudder and squirm as much in discomfort as pleasure. Her clitoris felt like it had been hit by a train, independently of the rest of her entire body. It was so very sensitive, and even once the pressure of the massager was gone Emma could still feel it throbbing with over-stimulation as Martin's still proud and twitching cock probed at her inner walls.

"Martin, I..."

Emma groaned softly as she felt the male moving again, the paw bearing the showerhead slipping away from her body entirely and re-affixing the gushing nozzle back to the side-wall of the cubicle where it belonged. With a flick of a switch it was dousing them with a fine but high-pressured spray of hot water once again, just as it had before Martin had commandeered it for his more intimate purposes, and Emma felt the already wonderful afterglow of her orgasm reach a new height of relaxation and satisfaction.

"...I w-want you to stay inside. Please, d-don't pull out."

The collie moaned softly from behind Emma, clearly all too happy to hear this request from his lover. He didn't try to move within her though, and for that the vixen was immensely glad. The hyper-sensitivity of her clit may have been an extreme, but she didn't doubt that no part of her anatomy was quite ready for the onslaught of pleasure that her lover's shaft could so easily provide.

Slowly but surely though, Emma took it upon herself to make one major change to the proceedings. Over the next minute or so she began to manoeuvre herself whilst remaining impaled upon the collie's erection, employing Martin's assistance to turn her around so that she could face him. She whimpered loudly as the collie's paws lifted her off the ground, and cried out in combined discomfort and pleasure once again as she was lifted up part-way off Martin's shaft so that she could be turned around upon it. A few moments later a final dagger of pain and pleasure drove through her body as the vixen was impaled upon her partner's member once more, and the next time she opened her eyes it was the soft blue hues of Martin's own which greeted her.

"That looked wonderful, Emma. W-was it good for you?"

Emma blushed, but nodded as she threw her arms around Martin's neck and gently pulled his head close to hers. They kissed deeply, tongues languishing lazily within one another's muzzles whilst their noses regulated their breathing. Their bodies were entwined almost as much as was possible, Emma cradled against Martin, pressed up against the shower wall behind her with the male's hands resting on her buttocks and her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel his tail wagging back and forth beneath her feet, and as they kissed her lover's erection continued to twitch and strain within her treasure. Part of the vixen thought that she should feel bad for leaving Martin in the lurch like this, unable to do what she had no doubt his body was crying out for him to do, but to be so closely connected to him in such an intimate fashion, sharing nothing but kisses and one long, unending embrace, was incredible.

Looking deep into Martin's eyes as her own opened in the wake of their latest kiss, Emma realised almost instantly that the collie almost certainly felt the same way. She pulled back just a little, giggling as her unprepared lover was left with his tongue sticking out and his lips pursed for a fresh kiss, and beamed as his face recovered into a far more pleasant, infinitely joyous grin that matched her own in every respect. Their two faces shone like twin suns, alive with joy, desire and satisfaction all rolled into one ball of ultimate passion.

"I do love you Emma... you know that, right?"

Emma found herself very nearly laughing aloud at the absurdity of that question. How could she not know it?! How could anyone doubt that they loved one another dearly? She didn't say that though, and she was glad of it when a few seconds and another brief peck on the lips later Martin explained his reasoning for that somewhat obvious question.

"It's just... the way we've been acting these last few days, I don't want you to think that sex is all I'm interested in anymore. I love you, and I want you because I love you. The thought of having a kid with you... o-of actually making a new life, born into a family where both parents love each other so much, a-and will love him or her so much... it drives me wild. I have to express it, I have to show you how it makes me feel, and... it makes me feel like I want to make you happy! Happier than you've ever been in your life. Like I want to make you scream, and moan, a-and touch the stars."

Martin smiled shyly, not a look that Emma was used to seeing from him. He was normally so vibrant and extroverted, and while there was a meek, sensitive and deeply romantic side to him, it normally intermingled with his bouncy personality to the point where the two were almost indistinguishable.

"I love seeing you cum, Emma, because in those moments... it looks like you might actually be able to feel the sort of happiness I think you deserve. N-not the pleasure, that's just a lucky bonus for the both of us. But... the look in your eyes as you're crying out, w-when you look at me and we touch the stars together... that kind of happiness is what I want for you every moment of every day. I love you, Emma, and... a-and..."

The vixen shook her head, pressing a finger to Martin's muzzle and swiftly replacing it with her own lips. She kissed him fiercely, the two of them moaning softly beneath the rushing water of the shower as their muzzles entwined and they clung tighter than every to one another. When that feverishly passionate kiss ended Emma spoke up quickly, before Martin could utter another word.

"That's enough, Marty. Hearing you say I love you, and knowing that you mean it... it's all I could ever hope for. That is what makes me happy, feeling and seeing your love for me in the same way I feel it for you. In every touch, in every cry, in every thought and deed we share."

A joyous whimper escaped Martin, and without thinking his hips jerked forwards in a happy little hump! He shuddered and blushed deeply, opening his muzzle in readiness to apologise. That apology never came though, because far from seeing Emma shudder in that less than perfect pleasure/pain combination which over-stimulation caused, he saw the vixen close her eyes and let slip a soft, breathless moan of true pleasure.

"Ohh Marty..."

Emma's green eyes fluttered open, and a warm pink glow rose beneath her orange furred cheeks.

"...I think, I... I think that I'm ready t-to go again."

With his own cheeks equally reddened and a joyous gleam visible in his eyes as within the vixen his cock trembled and twitched, Martin nodded eagerly.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry."

A giddy whimper escaped Emma, followed by a long, trembling moan as her lover drew back in readiness for his first thrust. He delivered it moments later, sliding quickly but tenderly back into her, and together the lover's shared a more heated cry of pleasure.

It was almost ten more minutes before Martin spilled his seed within Emma, the female joining him in orgasm as she felt the collie's cum flooding her body in a greater quantity than she suspected he'd ever delivered before. Ten minutes filled with the two lovers rocking back and forth against one another, of Martin's shaft slipping into Emma and plucking at her walls whilst she squeezed and quivered around him. Ten minutes of cries, moans and breathless gasps interspersed with kisses which themselves ranged from feverish and lewd to gentle and romantic.

Even when it was over though, the passion burning between the fox and collie-dog did not abate for even a moment. They sank to the floor of the shower cubicle, their weary bodies hot, sticky and well and truly spent. It didn't matter though, not as Emma sat on Martin's lap, facing the man of her dreams, and wrapped her arms around his torso. Not as he kissed her again, and again, and again after that. They didn't care if they passed out here, or if the hot water ran out and they had to scramble out and continue on the bathroom floor in front of their full-body fur-dryer.

They had to keep kissing, had to keep touching, and absolutely had to keep on loving one another. To stop then would have been admitting that their passion had limits; that there was only so far they could go for one another, and that simply was not the case. Emma and Martin had enough love and passion stored within their hearts and minds to fill one another's hearts up a thousand times over, and then that of their unborn dream-child another thousand-thousand on top of that!

But even if that was beyond their capacity to show in physical form, even though no manner of kiss, or look, or feeling could describe that level of love and longing for those they cherished above all else, they fully intended to give it their best shot. That after all was the very definition of passion, and at the core, the very definition of their relationship, too.

By Jeeves